ONE YEAR LATER
I slowly close the nursery door, making the click as quiet as possible.
Putting our daughter, Annika, to sleep is a mission all on its own. She’s such a handful compared to when Jeremy was an infant. And not only after she was born, but also during the pregnancy.
She often woke Lia in the middle of the night with her furious kicking and refused to go to sleep. Those nights were the longest, but my Lenochka and I got through them by being equally awake.
Ogla says Annika will be a hellion and I believe her.
Jeremy has been over the moon since he found out that he’d have a baby sister, and he’s the first one she smiled at. He said he will protect her as her older brother. Our boy is so responsible, even at a young age, and has already learned how to hold his sister properly.
Lia’s putting him to bed while I take care of Annika. Sometimes we switch and other times, I come to find both of them asleep or Annika throwing a tantrum while a half-awake Lia coos her to sleep.
The first months are usually the hardest, but we’re getting there. Even if we’ve forgotten what it means to get a good night’s sleep.
All my life, I’ve known I was expected to have children and heirs, but I never thought it would be such an experience. The fact that I get to live it with my Lenochka is the reason why I not only endure it, but I also enjoy it.
Because this is our family.
My family, the one I would protect with my life.
As soon as I close the door, Lia grabs me by the hand and leads me to our room.
She’s naked.
Fully.
Fuck. It doesn’t matter how many times I see her unclothed, it still has the same effect as that first time in her apartment.
She’s still the most beautiful rose I’ve ever seen.
Lia pushes me until I’m lying on the bed, unbuckles my pants, and straddles me. Her hands stroke my already hard cock as she bites her lower lip.
“Are you going to use me, Lenochka?” I tease.
“I miss you…” she groans, slowly guiding me inside her wet heat. “I barely get to have you lately…”
Her head tips back with a moan as she lowers herself until I’m fully sheathed inside her.
Her trembling palm rests on my chest while she gives herself a moment to adjust. No matter how much my beast urges me to do something, to fuck her thoroughly, I rein it in, letting Lia have her fill.
She starts moving slowly, her hips rotating with an increasing rhythm while she rides me. My dick thickens inside her and she traps the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth. But it’s not only because of the ecstasy etched on her features. It’s also everything else. From the way our groins meet with each up and down movement or how her arousal drips down my length.
A sheen of perspiration coats her glowing skin and dampens her dark locks as they swish against her shoulders. Her breasts bounce, her engorged nipples lactating when she picks up her pace. I reach a hand out and pinch them, making her moan, then whimper.
The view from the bottom is the only reason I let her do this sometimes. But even my patience has limits.
Grabbing her by the hips, I roll her over and she squeals as her back meets the mattress. But then she moans when I drive into her fast and hard before going slow and unhurried, the pace that we both enjoy.
Her erotic sounds reverberate through the air, urging me on, begging me, imploring me for more.
The sound of her voice makes me even harder and I give her what she needs. After she deprived me of them in the past, I don’t take her noises of pleasure for granted. Whenever she offers them, like now, I engrave each and every one of them in my memory.
“Oh, Adrian…yes…yes…” she cries out as she falls apart around me. Her pleasure hooks on to mine and I join her at almost the same time.
We lie there sprawled over each other, kissing slowly while I touch her anywhere I can reach. Then we just stare at one another as I stroke her hair behind her ear.
“You’re so cheap,” she pouts, running her fingers over my chest.
“Cheap?”
“You didn’t let me finish riding you.”
“You don’t like finishing riding me. You only like to start it.”
“Maybe I do like finishing.”
“Is that why you never orgasm in that position?”
“Whatever.” She sighs. “I’m just happy we weren’t interrupted.”
“Don’t jinx it. The hellion is one door away.”
She laughs softly, then pauses. “Hey, Adrian.”
“What?”
“Remember when I lied to you about cheating?”
My mood instantly blackens. I hate that part of our lives, even if it shaped who we are today. But what I hate the most is the feelings from back then. It’s true that she didn’t cheat, that she was as faithful to me as I was to her, but at one point, I believed it. And that pain split me in two, and because I was miserable, I hurt her.
“Why are you bringing that up?” I ask.
“I’m curious. If you believed I cheated, how come you never let me go? Wouldn’t that have been the most logical thing to do?”
“Not to me. I would rather have you, even knowing you cheated, than not having you at all.”
Moisture gathers along her lids as she grins. “Oh, Adrian.”
I narrow my eyes. “Are you thinking about cheating, Mrs. Volkov?”
“Not even in the next life.” She wraps her arms around my neck. “You’re not only my lover and my husband, you’re also my best friend and my partner in everything.”
“And you are mine, Lenochka.”
“I love you, Mr. Volkov.”
“I love you, Mrs. Volkov.”
And I’ll spend the rest of my life showing her exactly how deep and raw that love is.
THE END
